Rachel grabbed herself and crossed her legs sharply, seized by the need to empty her bladder.
“Oh no!” she shrieked, waddling cross-legged to the one empty potty seat.
She didn’t want to do it, but the alternative was far worse. So she hiked up her dress and pulled her big-girl pants down, plopping her bare bottom on the plastic seat and letting go. She sighed with relief at having made it, glancing over at the shaggy haired boy of about twenty seated beside her. He was staring at her blankly, picking his nose with one hand and playing with himself with the other. She refused to become his equal. Whatever she had to do she would remember that she was better than these dumb brats.